Jasper left after a few hours saying that his uncle wanted him to come back home before night time to talk about things. I wondered what they would talk about and if Jasper was going to talk about his sister, or even maybe what he and I have been up to.
I jump in the shower while my thoughts filled with what would happen tomorrow. We planned on going to Nathan's greenhouse tomorrow, and I was supposed to contact him to tell him of my intention to visit. I still could not find it in me to do so, so I procrastinated and kept telling myself I would ask him later.
I hiss in pain, realizing I had the heater turned on to the highest level. I quickly dial it down into a more comfortable temperature before I allow myself to think of Jasmine. I was so close now. So close to finding her, I could feel it. Yet- something inside of me is just screaming out warning after warning. I didn't know if it was telling me to drop the whole chase or warning me of what I may find at the end of it.
For a long time, I let the tears fall. All these months of searching and blaming myself feel like it was going to end. Although why was I so scared of it? Was it because when I was chasing and looking for her, I was sure she was alive. Now? I am so afraid of finding her...dead. I think of Jasper. The devastation in his eyes when he told me about his sister. I shake my head at the thought. It was high time we got the cops involved in this. This was a serial killer for goodness sake.
I turn off the shower and reach for my cell the moment I stepped out of the bathroom. I text Jasper to meet me outside of his house in 10 minutes because I wanted to discuss with him the possibility of getting his uncle involved. When I finished getting dressed I run down the stairs and out the house before my parents could ask me where I was going.
I stood in front of their driveway for a few minutes before finding the courage to walk up the front door. I knock and was surprised when his uncle answered.
"Hi, Sir, uhm is Jasper home?" I hated the way my voice sounded so nervous but hopefully, he didn't notice it. He stared at me for a long time that I started to feel more nervous before answering.
"He hasn't come home since he left this morning," he answers me and I felt the air leave my lungs. Without trying to alert him that there was something wrong I quickly find an excuse and take out my phone.
"Oh, he just texted me, sorry to bother you," I bow and leave quickly before he asks me any questions. My heart pumping inside my chest I run back to our front yard and dial Jasper's number. I get agitated when he doesn't answer. Where could he be? Something tells me I wouldn't like the answer.
I go back to my house and grab my jacket and car keys.
"Where are you going?" My mom asks me from her corner of the living room. I didn't know where yet so I shrugged.
"Out for a drive," I say and she raises an eyebrow at me. I waited until she looked back down on the book she was reading and I rush out the door. I hear her call out behind me as I stepped into my car to tell me to be home before dinner. I sigh, backing out the driveway and cursing Jasper.
There was only one place he would go and I reign in my anger knowing he lied to me about promising to go there together. I drive quickly, wanting to get there a few minutes after he does but I knew the moment I arrived I would be a little late. I think about what to do with him when I see him and shake my head. How could he even think of going there on his own?
I remember needing to ask Nathan for permission and turn my phone on, my eyes on the road before me. I type in Nathan's number and send him a quick message. I drive, trying to remember how to get to their summer house. I would get there in 2 hours tops. I hit the stirring wheel, cursing. Jasper would get their quicker on his motorbike. I was so angry I almost ran a red.
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Mystery / ThrillerAll is well in Patty's life until her best friend goes missing. No note. No texts, just got up and was gone the next day. People say she ran off with some guy, or was hiding because she was pregnant with notorious bad boy, that Patty never seemed t...